E-Aster-Bunnymund

He laid basking in the sun, taking pleasure in the warmth before it became too great for him to handle. It wasn’t something he could do for long. His delicate pale skin didn’t allow it. He would never become tan, he would never change. His skin will forever be the color of pale milky white, and his hair white as freshly fallen snow. Forever, timeless, he would remain the same. Never knowing why he existed this way or what he was and why he is different.   He only knew that he has been a teenager much longer than he should have been. That he stayed the same while others changed. People treated him different. Freak; that’s the